Lord, thee my God, I'll early seek: my soul doth thirst for thee; My flesh longs in a dry parch'd land, wherein no waters be:
My hands to thee I stretch; my soul thirsts, as dry land, for thee.
My thirsty soul longs veh'mently, yea faints, thy courts to see: My very heart and flesh cry out, O living God, for thee.
I of the Lord my God will say, He is my refuge still, He is my fortress, and my God, and in him trust I will.
Lord, thou shalt early hear my voice: I early will direct My pray'r to thee; and, looking up, an answer will expect.
Thou art my God, I'll thee exalt; my God, I will thee praise.
Because thou art my God, to do thy will do me instruct: Thy Sp'rit is good, me to the land of uprightness conduct.
But when he slew them, then they did to seek him shew desire; Yea, they return'd, and after God right early did enquire.
O why art thou cast down, my soul? why, thus with grief opprest, Art thou disquieted in me? in God still hope and rest: For yet I know I shall him praise, who graciously to me The health is of my countenance, yea, mine own God is he.
But as for me, O Lord, my trust upon thee I did lay; And I to thee, Thou art my God, did confidently say.
My soul for thy salvation faints; yet I thy word believe.